I Am Not

metaphorical suicide
2005-01-14 02:46:13 (UTC)

desperate

lie in the water
drifting over her
like a memory of an ocean

flowing gently over
the twin bumps under her chest

ribs protruding as she lies
like islands

the race begins
bubbles clump together over her
sunken stomach
breathe in
breathe out

with each breath
the race continues
the bubbles flow freely over
her stomach
racing to the other side

breathe in
breathe out
see your ribs
slide in and out

hear the water ripple around
as her shallow breaths continue

lie in the water and wait
wish
hope

pray that someday
the very bath she lies in

will be red with her

desperate suicide




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